<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940</id><updated>2012-02-11T00:12:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Life Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-4055967321400305325</id><published>2012-02-05T19:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:36:53.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade vs. Boxed</title><content type='html'>I made two different boxed muffins today and neither of them were even close to being as good as any homemade muffin I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be happening a lot.  I've been busier than normal with classes, so I've been turning to boxed, canned and freezer meals.  It's been a rough go.  They're just not doing it for me.  I guess I've spoiled myself over the past couple of years, so that makes it all that much harder.  I've got to figure something out, where I can still study all night, and get a good meal...maybe I will be turning to the crock pot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFH0THglMkE/Ty88RW3S4AI/AAAAAAAAB6s/JEHavfZaE70/s1600/chicken-honey-orange-sauce-xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFH0THglMkE/Ty88RW3S4AI/AAAAAAAAB6s/JEHavfZaE70/s320/chicken-honey-orange-sauce-xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705845521794654210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        vs. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucFFWHEfOq0/Ty88fy1L9lI/AAAAAAAAB64/do9V59JBTy0/s1600/healthy_choice_sesame_glazed_chicken_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucFFWHEfOq0/Ty88fy1L9lI/AAAAAAAAB64/do9V59JBTy0/s320/healthy_choice_sesame_glazed_chicken_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705845769820173906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-4055967321400305325?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/4055967321400305325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=4055967321400305325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/4055967321400305325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/4055967321400305325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2012/02/homemade-vs-boxed.html' title='Homemade vs. Boxed'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFH0THglMkE/Ty88RW3S4AI/AAAAAAAAB6s/JEHavfZaE70/s72-c/chicken-honey-orange-sauce-xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7288115915793467516</id><published>2011-06-03T13:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:56:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I'm on a day roll of blogging, and since I really need a break from studying I figured I would get another one out while I can .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of the best friends in the world.  Here are a few of them, and perhaps a reason or two why they are so great.  And if I can find a good one, maybe a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of friends that I've known for a long time.  Some of them for almost 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Amber the longest of my friends.  I've even got the pictures from dance class when we did the itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini (I will not be posting that picture).  Amber lived around the block from me for most of my life, and when I was younger I did not take advantage of the friendship that I could have had with her.  That was my mistake, because Amber is awesome.  I loved being able to just walk around the block and chat with her.  I love her and her family.  And I am so excited for her to be a mom now.  She just had an adorable baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica I've known for some time also.  Some of my favorite memories with Jess are our random songs we used to sing and harmonize too. Along with riding in the back of her trooper.  Those were the good days.  Jess has an amazing family, and now also has an amazing family of her own.  Another thing, Jess always had such a strong spirit to her.  I've always looked up to her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, oh there are so many things to say about Kim.  Until recently Kim and I were the unmarried ones in the group(now it's just me), but this led to us doing random things, like borders and steamers that taste like Christmas, and sharing nachos at Los Hermanos (although we never finished the whole thing).  Kim is the type of person that you can always count on.  If I just need to vent or talk or whatever, I know Kim is good for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des is amazing.  I remember many a night of her and I making some sort of dinner at her place.  We had some good times.  Des is just good.  Some other fond memories were the many nights in high school that we would go to the Hogi Yogi cause Des would be working.  We would eat sometimes, other times we would just sit and chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy is the person you can always turn to when you want to be upset, she was the one who would listen and empathize.  She also is always good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy and I go way back also.  And some of the best times I remember with her are the nights we would sit in my driveway and chat about life.  These were some great times, and I learned a lot.  Tracy is amazing, she is unique and just plain wonderful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ5-toXedgc/TelG91ewX2I/AAAAAAAAB3U/vad9y_IHCNw/s1600/excited%2Bgraduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ5-toXedgc/TelG91ewX2I/AAAAAAAAB3U/vad9y_IHCNw/s320/excited%2Bgraduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614096438636076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg9S6aTblAI/TelFxgzu_MI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Ao7q6bbnn6w/s1600/wedding%2Bday_134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg9S6aTblAI/TelFxgzu_MI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Ao7q6bbnn6w/s320/wedding%2Bday_134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614095127416863938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxeLgTMCEFE/TelGSzCZbgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/NILj0GTjyIU/s1600/Jess%2B012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxeLgTMCEFE/TelGSzCZbgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/NILj0GTjyIU/s320/Jess%2B012-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614095699245886978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other friends that I haven't known as long, but are still just as amazing. Note this is not a comprehensive list. &lt;br /&gt;Carie- She's like another sister to me.  (all thanks to visiting teaching)&lt;br /&gt;Mel- One of the most spiritual people I know.&lt;br /&gt;Sharla- I love talking with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlyn- She is one of the most thoughtful people I know.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa- Funny and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Heather A- She just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Amber A- One of my favorite people ever, in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Amber B- I feel like I can chat with her about anything (another visiting teaching story)&lt;br /&gt;Broderick- My link to the male world :) Just kidding, he's awesome, someone I always like talking to.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah- My racquetball buddy, and someone I can always talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Jac- We've had a lot of good chats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have so many amazing friends.  They frequently remind me of one of my favorite scriptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#8"&gt;Doctrine and Covenants 121:7-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="highlight" uri="/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="" uri="/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="7"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;My son, &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote15" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=7a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt; be unto thy soul; thine &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote16" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=7b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;adversity&lt;/a&gt; and thine afflictions shall be but a &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;c&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote17" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=7c&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;small&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moment;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="" uri="/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;And then, if thou &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote18" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=8a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;endure&lt;/a&gt; it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote19" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=8b&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;foes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="highlight" uri="/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="9"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;Thy &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote20" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=9a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="" uri="/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-anchor dontHighlight" name="10"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="verse"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;Thou art not yet as Job; thy &lt;sup class="studyNoteMarker"&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a id="footnote21" class="footnote" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.9?lang=eng#" rel="/scriptures/chapter/footnote/default.xqy?volumeUri=dc-testament&amp;amp;bookUri=dc&amp;amp;chapterUri=121&amp;amp;noteID=10a&amp;amp;lang=eng"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; do not contend against thee, neither charge thee with transgression, as they did Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So thank you to all my friends, whether you were mentioned or not, I am so grateful for all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7288115915793467516?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7288115915793467516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7288115915793467516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7288115915793467516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7288115915793467516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ5-toXedgc/TelG91ewX2I/AAAAAAAAB3U/vad9y_IHCNw/s72-c/excited%2Bgraduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-9124219261955056754</id><published>2011-06-02T09:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:11:48.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>May was a very interesting month for me.  I had a lot of time to reflect and remember on things that have happened to me, and people I've known.  So here are some of my thoughts from May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I kind of lost my faith in mankind a little bit after some experiences with some dishonest and very prideful people.  But recently, I've had a few experiences that rekindled that faith.  There are good people in the world, people whose motivations are pure and not evil.  So thank you to those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, I'm moving to Hawaii.  It's beautiful.   After a family vacation there, I think I'll just move there and live on the beach.  Would anyone like to finance this endeavor? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQmLHLwQnAE/Tee_LxwhLSI/AAAAAAAAB10/c0FSb2QsHjc/s1600/DSCN3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQmLHLwQnAE/Tee_LxwhLSI/AAAAAAAAB10/c0FSb2QsHjc/s320/DSCN3795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613665669596917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some more pictures from that trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOEQPXvlQGo/TekLRxYUQfI/AAAAAAAAB2A/YyDC8TtQBMs/s1600/DSCN3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOEQPXvlQGo/TekLRxYUQfI/AAAAAAAAB2A/YyDC8TtQBMs/s320/DSCN3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614030810435043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beach a block from our hotel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojDISxOxSRk/TekLpnnZpKI/AAAAAAAAB2I/kp9WnROSrvw/s1600/DSCN3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojDISxOxSRk/TekLpnnZpKI/AAAAAAAAB2I/kp9WnROSrvw/s320/DSCN3768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614031220130817186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hawaii Temple. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;(We also saw Mark Eubank there, very exciting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVkzsTCAhgQ/TekMW4mNxuI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/7oRbwObodwI/s1600/DSCN3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVkzsTCAhgQ/TekMW4mNxuI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/7oRbwObodwI/s320/DSCN3788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614031997783361250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute niece sporting her hawaiian wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzVGtN12I-s/TekMx5fGtjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/3dqZiRC1g9w/s1600/DSCN3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzVGtN12I-s/TekMx5fGtjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/3dqZiRC1g9w/s320/DSCN3816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614032461878441522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was at the PCC in Tonga.  He was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;He sounded similar to the guy at Wendys on Bulldog.  Anyone know who I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, posting lots of pictures takes too long, so if you'd like to see or know more about my trip, just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, this is probably the biggest one.  I've been interviewing for jobs for the past 3 weeks.  And this has gotten me thinking a lot. As I have had to answer questions about "do you recall a time when....?" It has got me thinking about my past and all the people who have given me "my experiences".  So here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a student I worked at the library, and I had not only an awesome boss, but fantastic coworkers.  Kimball was one of the best bosses ever.  I learned tons and had so many great experiences.  One coworker in particular that was a great friend and an awesome person Kirsten.  Just lots of good memories there.&lt;br /&gt;While thinking about school, I had some fantastic friends who got me through some of the more difficult classes and times.  Heather was always willing to spend hours teaching me physics (she's a genius). Natalie who single handed got me through Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also all of my roommates I've had, I calculated one day, and wow I had a ton.  Some of my favorites Tarin, Lorette, Jen, Katie, Liisa, Sarah, Natalie, Heather, Lisa, Kyla, Emily, Ashlee, Mer, Mel, Carie, Amber, Nicole, Scarlett, Emily, Melissa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUVfHke5Ko8/TekRyl4uBqI/AAAAAAAAB2g/sk41kghp8ho/s1600/roomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUVfHke5Ko8/TekRyl4uBqI/AAAAAAAAB2g/sk41kghp8ho/s320/roomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614037971355174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoaGcNifVoY/TekUhvw2gjI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3Q2psyoPy2Y/s1600/Regency302"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoaGcNifVoY/TekUhvw2gjI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3Q2psyoPy2Y/s320/Regency302" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614040980483637810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqH_Ir6iHtI/TekTqFkvcGI/AAAAAAAAB24/PZS24c-oHgc/s1600/Meagans%2BWedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqH_Ir6iHtI/TekTqFkvcGI/AAAAAAAAB24/PZS24c-oHgc/s320/Meagans%2BWedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614040024265748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tEl5PcxFDY/TekSgGDQxqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/_30oeFictDs/s1600/roommates%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tEl5PcxFDY/TekSgGDQxqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/_30oeFictDs/s320/roommates%2B049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038753083442850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's only naming a few.  I've been very fortunate to have some amazing roommates and other friends and I'm very grateful for all of them.  To name a few friends Maren, Hillary, Rachel, Marybeth, Bryan, Broderick, Steve, Sharla, Jac, Nathan, Ryan, Brian, Daniel.  I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't add any more pictures right now, so I'm going to have to stop.  But I've got a few more things I'm going to write about, maybe later today or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-9124219261955056754?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/9124219261955056754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=9124219261955056754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9124219261955056754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9124219261955056754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2011/06/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQmLHLwQnAE/Tee_LxwhLSI/AAAAAAAAB10/c0FSb2QsHjc/s72-c/DSCN3795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7809330869809375922</id><published>2011-03-23T14:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:49:09.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe of the day/week/month...</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows of my love for cooking, baking, etc.  My most recent goal is to eat much healthier, so I'm going to be cooking healthier, so I thought I'd share some of my new recipes in case anyone wants them.  They'll all be delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is one I made earlier this week, it turned out very well I think. Very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthier version of the classic Shepherd's Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 lg potatoes, peeled and cut into 2 in cubes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 c fat-free sour cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 T light margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 t oil oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 c onion, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;md&lt;/span&gt; carrots, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 stalks celery, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 lb ground turkey breast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 T flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 t dried rosemary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 t dried thyme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 t salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 t pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 c chicken broth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preheat oven to 400º F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place potatoes in saucepan and cover with water.  Set pan over high heat, bring to boil.  Reduce heat to medium, simmer ~10 min, or until fork tender.  Drain potatoes, add sour cream and margarine, mast until smooth (i use a hand blender)  add salt and pepper to taste.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, heat oil in large skillet.  Add onion, carrot and celery, cook until soft 3-5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.  Add turkey and cook until browned (break up as it cooks). Add flour, rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper.  Stir to coat.  Add broth and bring to a simmer, simmer until mixture thickens, about 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer turkey mixture to a 9-in deep dish pie plate.  (Make sure it's deep enough, or it may boil over in the oven). Spread mashed potatoes over the top.  Using back of spoon, create some swirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake until the potatoes are golden, about 30 min.&lt;br /&gt;(If dish is filled to top, I recommend putting a cookie sheet underneath so if it boils over it doesn't make a mess of your oven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve this with a salad or a different veggie.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7809330869809375922?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7809330869809375922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7809330869809375922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7809330869809375922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7809330869809375922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2011/03/recipe-of-dayweekmonth.html' title='Recipe of the day/week/month...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5349136998033488303</id><published>2011-03-23T14:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:21:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immune System</title><content type='html'>I've always boasted of my exceptional immune system.  I rarely get sick.  Even when everyone around me is sick, I stay healthy.  It's been nice.  But every once and a while, something gets me.  And for some reason it isn't a cold or something minor, it's usually puts me out of commission for a week.  Which is super lame, considering I work with kids, and can't go to work sick. &lt;br /&gt;The other lame thing, I hate sitting/laying around.  Especially when I only feel sick about half the time I am actually sick. &lt;br /&gt;Take this week, I picked up some sort of cough/sore throat/fever crap from one of my co-workers.  So I have taken a few days off work to try and get better.  So I thought this would be great chance to get some sleep.  Well Provo City has decided that sleep is not important for anyone living on my road.  They are replacing a pipe in the road (take into mind they replaced this same pipe about 4 months ago).  So they start every morning at 7.  They are pounding these massive metal h looking support things (I'm not exactly sure what they are or why they are putting them in the ground), so the massive Caterpillar pounds on this metal brace thing, for about 45 min straight.  Then they move onto the next one.  Most would think, why is this such a big deal, well every time it hits the metal, not only is it loud, it actually shakes my entire apartment.  Enough that I've taken pictures off the wall, because they were about to fall off. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think it would be easy to sleep with this right outside your window?  Like literally 10 ft from your bedroom window.  It makes sleeping hard, which makes getting better hard. &lt;br /&gt;So this is my venting session about my immune system deciding to take a break, and about Provo City and their annoying habits of replacing the same pipe in my road multiple times at 7 am.  Argh. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my immune system is ready to go back to work tomorrow, cause I can't take the pounding anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5349136998033488303?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5349136998033488303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5349136998033488303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5349136998033488303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5349136998033488303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-immune-system.html' title='My Immune System'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-9065573936680481645</id><published>2011-03-07T23:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:31:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Over do</title><content type='html'>So I am obviously not a great blogger, as you can tell it's been about a year since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened, and I've learned a lot in the last year, so my goal is to share some of those things in the next week or two.  So check back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-9065573936680481645?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/9065573936680481645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=9065573936680481645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9065573936680481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9065573936680481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-over-do.html' title='Long Over do'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-8506420986475775652</id><published>2010-04-18T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:14:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So it's been 4 months, and I have not much to show for it.  I am still just working away and trying to stay active.  I did get accepted by the Utah Board of Education to teach PE or health.  However finding a job teaching that is not an easy task.  I hope to find one, and to coach.  And take night classes so I can teach biology also.  But, I would have to find a job first, so we'll see.  My cousin gets back from her mission on wednesday and it made me start thinking about the past year and a half and all the people i've come into contact with and who have had an effect on my life whether it be positive or negative.  And I am really grateful for having so many good friends.  I'm going to start the next step up of p90x possibly this week.  Not sure yet, I'll be playing a ton of sports this summer, and I'm supposedly supposed to be training for another half marathon so we'll see if I have enough energy to do all that.  &lt;div&gt;One exciting thing, which may not be exciting to anyone but me, I beat my boss on "the beeper" and got $100 for it.  Its a pretty awesome feeling to say I've got the highest score :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-8506420986475775652?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/8506420986475775652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=8506420986475775652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8506420986475775652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8506420986475775652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-4128613340690639167</id><published>2010-01-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:54:05.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life, New Challenges (or old ones i'm still working on)</title><content type='html'>So It's a new year, and I've made some pretty lofty goals for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Write on my blog at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;~Start and finish p90x-I'm doing good so far, but man is it hard.&lt;br /&gt;~Finally figure everything out so I can start my teaching certification program.&lt;br /&gt;~Keep my room clean for more than a week at a time.&lt;br /&gt;~Eat healthier for dinner and take the leftovers for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;~Skydive&lt;br /&gt;~Carve at least 3 pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few.  If you have anymore suggestions, please feel free to let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-4128613340690639167?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/4128613340690639167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=4128613340690639167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/4128613340690639167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/4128613340690639167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-life-new-challenges-or-old-ones-im.html' title='New Life, New Challenges (or old ones i&apos;m still working on)'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-6321968419746295681</id><published>2009-11-19T19:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:43:30.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt #2!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've done it again! Another Intramural championship under my belt! This time in flag football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SwYBbBatgqI/AAAAAAAABvw/sYNfAVP-SL4/s1600/football"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SwYBbBatgqI/AAAAAAAABvw/sYNfAVP-SL4/s320/football" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406009966453424802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still in soccer for this semester, and I'm way excited.  I've wanted soccer for the past 6 years, and I really think we have a good chance this team  Go 69th ward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-6321968419746295681?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/6321968419746295681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=6321968419746295681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6321968419746295681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6321968419746295681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/11/shirt-2.html' title='Shirt #2!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SwYBbBatgqI/AAAAAAAABvw/sYNfAVP-SL4/s72-c/football' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2366155899615699307</id><published>2009-11-03T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:52:09.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season!</title><content type='html'>So the end of the year is fastly (and yes that is a word I can use) approaching us.  Which means a couple of things, first off Thanksgiving is just around the corner.  I love this time of year because of what it does to people.  People seem to be a lot nicer.  People are more willing to give, and more willing to receive.  More willing to say thank you.  It just makes me happy. I love that we get to have 2 months every year to devote to being thankful and to giving to other people.  And let's be honest, who doesn't love listening to Christmas music and the great feeling that brings!&lt;br /&gt;This is random, and probably doesn't make sense, but the moral of the story is, I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2366155899615699307?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2366155899615699307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2366155899615699307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2366155899615699307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2366155899615699307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-105291746177924308</id><published>2009-06-14T18:13:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:38:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>As usual it's been a while, so here is what i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWgtNJkcxI/AAAAAAAABsw/-SAdmzuBrwg/s1600-h/DSCN0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWgtNJkcxI/AAAAAAAABsw/-SAdmzuBrwg/s320/DSCN0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347356831056687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a half marathon, and I only had to walk once, and only one month after getting my gallbladder out. I think I'll probably run another one at the end of the summer, and get a better time!&lt;br /&gt;I played in 4 intramural sports, and of course got out of the tournament right before the final. Don't get me started on this, we really should have one. But I am planning on playing at least 2 sports this summer, so I'm looking to win another shirt this year.&lt;br /&gt;I went with my family to California for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKq67ysI/AAAAAAAABtY/p0HztzsUeKA/s1600-h/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKq67ysI/AAAAAAAABtY/p0HztzsUeKA/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347358436776200898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie and Ali on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWi-qfyfsI/AAAAAAAABtg/dYVU5A8zheM/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKdk2YoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/NeJqZ85RhII/s1600-h/DSCN0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKdk2YoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/NeJqZ85RhII/s320/DSCN0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347358433193910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and me with Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKKaYm7I/AAAAAAAABtI/OSBWxavxcBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiKKaYm7I/AAAAAAAABtI/OSBWxavxcBQ/s320/DSCN0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347358428049742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael with his usual nutritious breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiJyoCZ4I/AAAAAAAABtA/NSvq1WXxULc/s1600-h/DSCN0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiJyoCZ4I/AAAAAAAABtA/NSvq1WXxULc/s320/DSCN0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347358421664556930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali styling the hat of the trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiJ09DkvI/AAAAAAAABs4/iT_hXZ881nI/s1600-h/DSCN0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWiJ09DkvI/AAAAAAAABs4/iT_hXZ881nI/s320/DSCN0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347358422289584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie's glasses broke the first day, and by the looks of this picture Rachel doesn't approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWi-qfyfsI/AAAAAAAABtg/dYVU5A8zheM/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWi-qfyfsI/AAAAAAAABtg/dYVU5A8zheM/s320/DSCN0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347359330015542978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bekah and Michael playing in the water.  The sunset was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWkUgp5k8I/AAAAAAAABto/9w50HfXkq9U/s1600-h/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWkUgp5k8I/AAAAAAAABto/9w50HfXkq9U/s320/DSCN0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360804842345410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shamu and friends.  (Isn't this a great picture?  My skills are improving looks like:) )&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWksl1CVcI/AAAAAAAABtw/wRjGm2Fu83c/s1600-h/DSCN0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWksl1CVcI/AAAAAAAABtw/wRjGm2Fu83c/s320/DSCN0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347361218548094402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family waiting at line to go safari through Africa.  Notice Ali's upside down sunglasses. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWlI8k2InI/AAAAAAAABt4/VibhDEol0ns/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWlI8k2InI/AAAAAAAABt4/VibhDEol0ns/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347361705690538610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalie and Ali petting the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWldlIRaoI/AAAAAAAABuA/c5dniF292-E/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWldlIRaoI/AAAAAAAABuA/c5dniF292-E/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347362060173929090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali and me on the 'up and down'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWl5LjtGnI/AAAAAAAABuQ/OqToInVSqCc/s1600-h/DSCN0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWl5LjtGnI/AAAAAAAABuQ/OqToInVSqCc/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347362534346005106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael chillin' in the casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that is about it.  Hope you enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-105291746177924308?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/105291746177924308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=105291746177924308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/105291746177924308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/105291746177924308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SjWgtNJkcxI/AAAAAAAABsw/-SAdmzuBrwg/s72-c/DSCN0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3085677864234298734</id><published>2009-05-01T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:43:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, you know that I have a love for music.  Whether it be playing my guitar and singing.  Singing and dancing to something.  Or just listening to it.  I love music. &lt;br /&gt;There is so much music out there, and I like just about all of it.  One awesome thing about music, well it's awesome and can also be well not so awesome is it can change your mood in just a few seconds.  It's amazing that listening to happy songs can make you happy, and listening to depressing songs can totally ruin your day.  Along with that, the music they put on movies totally can make or break the movie. I don't know if anyone has noticed this, but in scary movies when the person is looking through the house, or some intense part of the movie, the music totally makes it scary or intense.  If they just had the video going without the music, the movie wouldn't be that scary.  Isn't that amazing?  It's cool how songs can relate so much to your life, sometimes when you can't quite explain something, you can find a song that someone else has already written out that fits your thoughts or emotions or whatever.  Awesome, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;In correlation to this, I just want to give props to my mother for making me/letting me take piano lessons growing up.  I didn't always enjoy my teacher, in fact my favorite piano teacher i only had for a couple of months and now he is brother-in-law, but I learned a lot from piano.  more than just music.  And I'm glad that I could learn that, so that I could teach myself the guitar.  And so that I can sing in choirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUSIC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/aemcvey/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/aemcvey/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3085677864234298734?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3085677864234298734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3085677864234298734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3085677864234298734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3085677864234298734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2033255693867396243</id><published>2009-04-29T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:19:08.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals</title><content type='html'>So it is time again for intramurals, and I am so excited.  After winning that shirt last year, I'm hoping for at least 2 repeats this summer.  I have like 7 chances to win one.  So let's hope it works out for me. &lt;br /&gt;Intramurals is one of the great things about living in a BYU ward still.  Pick up games are always fun, but with intramurals you are always at least 95% sure that you will have a game to play with full teams.  There are a few downsides to intramurals however, one being that not all of the refs, umps, etc are good.  In fact, many of them are quite terrible.  Now I know it can be difficult to ref or ump, I've done both in my life, but seriously, at least listen to what the players have to say.  Especially in intramurals where the rules are always strange and something is always bound to go wrong or be misunderstood. &lt;br /&gt;In the end though, intramurals are just fun.  It's fun to play sports with other people who want to play.  It's nice to run hard, kick hard, swing hard, throw hard, whatever your sport of choice may be.  Intramurals is one way to do that.  So for all you who enjoy a little healthy competition and a good sweat.  Sign up.  It's game time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2033255693867396243?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2033255693867396243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2033255693867396243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2033255693867396243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2033255693867396243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/04/intramurals.html' title='Intramurals'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-9030696376531098393</id><published>2009-03-23T19:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:39:53.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Gallie</title><content type='html'>So after many months of strange stomach pain, I finally had Gallie (my roommates name for my gallbladder) taken out last week.  It's amazing to me how a small sac attached to your liver can affect you so much.  It's not even a necessary organ, and yet, just like your appendix can create all sorts of problems.  I'm now safely on the road to recovery, and am having to remind my dad everyday that no I can't run yet.  However, I can't wait to be able to be out playing in the sun (when it comes out again). &lt;br /&gt;Other than the whole surgery thing, life is the same.  Just thought I'd send out a quick update for anyone who actually reads this.  I'll hopefully have something exciting happen soon, and I'll post that along with some other awe inspiring thoughts soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-9030696376531098393?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/9030696376531098393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=9030696376531098393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9030696376531098393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9030696376531098393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-gallie.html' title='Good Bye Gallie'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2586381132951875514</id><published>2009-03-08T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:57:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>So Carie and I found this one of one of her friend's blogs, and we decided to do it for ourselves on her computer. &lt;br /&gt;You put your itunes on random, and then click next and well you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:: IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OK?” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Little House- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:: WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;The World Will Know - Newsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:: WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Fallin’ Upside Down – Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:: HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;A Little Less Conversation – Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Getting’ Jiggy Wit It – Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:: WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;I Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself – My best friend’s wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;You Aint Heard Nothin Yet – Joe Nichols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Must Get Out – Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:: WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Once in a Lifetime – Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Up on the Roof – James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Endings – All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;We Tryin to Stay Alive – Wyclef Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Playdough - Aquabats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:: WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Fall for You – Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:: WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Something in The Air – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:: WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Here By Me – 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:: WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Are We the Waiting – Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:: WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Another One Bites the Dust - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:: WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Weird Science – Oingo Boingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Give a Little - Colors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2586381132951875514?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2586381132951875514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2586381132951875514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2586381132951875514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2586381132951875514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-8522181095978561273</id><published>2009-02-27T21:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:49:42.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music: pandora and stuff</title><content type='html'>I discovered Pandora a couple of years ago while working at the library.  It was either Kirsten or Elise that introduced it to me, and since then I have been a huge fan for the most part.  I've started listening to it while at work so that I have some sort of background noise to get me through the day.  It's nice to get music streaming with no commercials, but there are a few quirks that bug.  They only let you skip 6 songs every hour.  What if there are 7 bad songs in a row?  What do you do?  Just listen to the bad song?  I won't stand for that, so I just go to another station and come back, and I know you might be thinking, well that isn't a big deal, well guess what, it's not.  But it's still annoying. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also don't like that they play Jack Johnson songs about every 3 songs on almost every station.  Don't get me wrong, I like Jack Johnson every once and a while, but to listen to him every 8 minutes, not a fan, and no matter how many times I thumb down his songs, they still keep coming up.  I'm going to conquer Jack Johnson next week, that's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, as I listen to the radio and to Pandora, I've come to realize that there are a lot of people who think they can sing that are on the radio, who really can't sing.  Like they could probably go to a karaoke bar and the drunk people may clap for them (now I can't really know if this would happen, because I've never been to a karaoke bar, but I can only imagine.)  But really, I turn on the radio, and if they aren't singing terribly, they are probably singing about something stupid. &lt;br /&gt;No really, what happened to good music?  There is some on the radio, but it is seems that good music is getting harder and harder to find.  I may have to go back to the good old oldies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-8522181095978561273?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/8522181095978561273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=8522181095978561273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8522181095978561273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8522181095978561273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-pandora-and-stuff.html' title='Music: pandora and stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5065631965894309869</id><published>2009-02-25T14:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:53:55.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I'm a slacker in most aspects of my life, I figure I might as well not change that by writing on my blog regularly. But it has been a long time so here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still training for the marathon, and everyday after my run I realize how tired my legs are, and then I don't want to do anything else.  Which is pretty convenient, because I don't have anything else to do.  So I read, or sit around and help my roommate with homework, or cook.  Needless to say, I think I need some new hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work is...well work.  And I really can't wait for the summer when it's going to be really busy, and I'm going to be able to get up and do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this at work on my break, and am now finishing it at 11:00 p.m  and I'm too tired to finish it, so this is all you get.  I'll try to be less of a slacker in the future.  Check back for more exciting thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5065631965894309869?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5065631965894309869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5065631965894309869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5065631965894309869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5065631965894309869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3522089284283118985</id><published>2009-01-14T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:40:33.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a New Year</title><content type='html'>So I've got some new goals for the new year, and I really think that they are going to be good for me.  One of my goals is to get in shape, and my way of doing that is to run a marathon.   I'm running the Ogden marathon in may with two of my sisters.  And as scary as it seems to run a marathon, I'm really really excited.  I've planned out my training schedule and I'm really excited to be working out.  I've done a decent job of working out so far, and it feels great. So the thought of running 26.2 miles in 5 months...awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I've also just purchased a car, this is a new and exciting adventure.  I've never owned a car, and I decided since I'm now a college graduate that it was high time to get a car.  So with a little help from my grandpa, I'm not the proud owner of Hank, a torreador red 2006 ford focus.  Hank is a great car, and I'm really excited to have this new freedom.&lt;br /&gt;My job is going well, I'm learning a lot still and when I have enough to do, I really don't mind being there.  It's going to be nice to be super busy as the summer season approaches. &lt;br /&gt;So I've got some other goals, like going to bed at a decent time, and whatnot, so in order to keep some of those, it's time for me to hit the sack. &lt;br /&gt;I'll write more more often. (That's another goal) Check back soon, I'll post some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3522089284283118985?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3522089284283118985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3522089284283118985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3522089284283118985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3522089284283118985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-new-year.html' title='Life in a New Year'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5850913220589668103</id><published>2008-12-19T14:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:37:07.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time!</title><content type='html'>So Christmas is almost here (less than a week), and I'm excited.  I love this time of year.  From about the beginning of November to the end of December is in my opinion the most wonderful time of the year.  I love the spirit of giving and overall friendliness that most people have. I love the snow, and the clean beautiful feeling it gives to the world around me.  I love being with family and just relaxing (well I don't know if that will happen this year), but normally I love it. I am a little stressed this year with trying to move out and not having anywhere to go for a couple of days before my new apartment opens up, but I'm still super excited for it.  I also love that it bring about a new year.  I love the idea that I can once again make some new resolutions for a whole new year.   I love seeing people happy and looking like there just may be hope for them yet.  Basically, I love it. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5850913220589668103?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5850913220589668103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5850913220589668103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5850913220589668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5850913220589668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3749129166725500753</id><published>2008-12-03T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:49:53.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job</title><content type='html'>So I'm now more than half way through my third week of work, and I finally have a desk!!  It's my very own.  And it's pretty big.  I have my own computer and my own email and my own cubicle.  Now you may not thinking me getting a cubicle is exciting, but actually it is very exciting.  For two weeks straight I didn't have anywhere to put my stuff.  I just floated.  But not anymore, I've taken over my job and I have a desk.  I have some sense of why I'm there and what I'm doing.  This is great news for me.  I've got a lot of responsibility but I am so excited.  I'm excited to be working again.  To have something to do, to feel like I'm actually doing something again.  To make money again.  It's going to be fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3749129166725500753?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3749129166725500753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3749129166725500753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3749129166725500753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3749129166725500753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-job.html' title='My job'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7383574833876601929</id><published>2008-11-14T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:59:03.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A job...at last!!!!</title><content type='html'>It happened folks.  It's about time, and it happened.  After two and a half long months of application filling out, resume turning in and interviews I got a job.  Yay!  Now if you know me at all, and have talked to me in the past three months you know how much of a stress this has been for me.  And today after I found out, this immediate feeling of relief washed over me.  I haven't felt like that is some time.  Life has been so crazy, I mean when it rains, it pours, and finally something good seems to be working out for me.  Now I hope other aspects of my life follow.  That would make me oh so happy.  I guess as usual, only time will tell. So I'll be working at Seven Peaks as an Office Manager, it seems like it's going to be an awesome job.  I'm really really excited about it.  That's all I've got for now.  I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7383574833876601929?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7383574833876601929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7383574833876601929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7383574833876601929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7383574833876601929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/11/jobat-last.html' title='A job...at last!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-6070248143102014573</id><published>2008-11-01T23:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:13:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin' and Waitin'</title><content type='html'>There seem to be a lot of things in life that people are wishing and waiting for.  And I realize that I am no different than everyone else.  I too am constantly wishing and waiting for things in my life.  Sometimes I sit around waiting and things just don't happen like that.  Effort needs to be put in. Life just doesn't give you what you want.  You don't just get the things that you wish for.  Life isn't that easy.  The good things in life need to be worked for.  And I've recently discovered that that is something I need to do a little more of.  Really work for the things that I want.  I've had this, things will happen if they are going to happen attitude recently, and I need to change that.  And do everything that I can to make my wishes come to reality.  That's my thought for the night.  Now I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-6070248143102014573?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/6070248143102014573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=6070248143102014573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6070248143102014573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6070248143102014573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishin-and-waitin.html' title='Wishin&apos; and Waitin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7280415005595902384</id><published>2008-10-08T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:49:20.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no job</title><content type='html'>Everyday I wake up and I sit at my computer and job search.  And yet still nothing has come of my hours and hours of job searching.  I'm still looking and still hoping.  That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7280415005595902384?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7280415005595902384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7280415005595902384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7280415005595902384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7280415005595902384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-no-job.html' title='Still no job'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1359542270957101667</id><published>2008-09-21T12:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:05:05.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So it has been way too long since my last blog so here is a quick update on life.  I moved into a different apartment complex for the first time in three years, and I love it.  Not only are my roommates 3 of the most amazing people in the world, but there is also a washer and dryer in my apartment.  Wow what a difference that makes.   A couple of weeks ago I got together with my friends from home and we had a memory night, mostly meaning that we did something that we always did in high school.  After a fantastic dinner at IHOP, we went to the good old Spanish 8 theater and watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2.  And it was fantastic.  At least I really enjoyed it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNanW2T-INI/AAAAAAAABPA/XUnDMZtnqnc/s1600-h/Jess+012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNanW2T-INI/AAAAAAAABPA/XUnDMZtnqnc/s320/Jess+012-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248566426725130450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also graduated in a sense.  I walked in August, and am now taking my final class.  So I will officially have my BS in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNaoNNBBo4I/AAAAAAAABPI/zZWC_Eu7LaA/s1600-h/n17802203_36057100_7024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNaoNNBBo4I/AAAAAAAABPI/zZWC_Eu7LaA/s320/n17802203_36057100_7024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567360532620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm currently unemployed after working for 3 years on campus.  They kick you out once you graduate.  And am actively looking for a job.  I'm still waiting to hear back on a couple of interviews...I hope that happens the beginning of this next week, because I am going crazy beyond all means not having anything to do during the day. &lt;br /&gt;Well that's my life in a nutshell.  I'm going to be better about writing on here.  A couple times a week hopefully  I've got lots that I've wanted to blog about for some time and just haven't done it.  So I am making a commitment to myself to get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNanW2T-INI/AAAAAAAABPA/XUnDMZtnqnc/s1600-h/Jess+012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/aemcvey/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Modified/2008/Aug%2013,%202008_2/Jess%20012-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1359542270957101667?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1359542270957101667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1359542270957101667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1359542270957101667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1359542270957101667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SNanW2T-INI/AAAAAAAABPA/XUnDMZtnqnc/s72-c/Jess+012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-6360557072610901028</id><published>2008-07-14T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:13:48.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>So after a good trip to Georgia and a lot of lost sleep and stress I had the opportunity to go camping with some great friends.   We went up to my friend Carie's special camping spot that she has been going to with her family for many a year.  We were on the very top of this moun'ain, and yes it is moun'ain and not mountain, why?  Because I'm from Utah, so I have to say things like Utahans.  We went up Friday after work, set up the massive Merrill Hotel tent, and then went to check out Carie's favorite spot.  (We go to see all her favorites, it was really neat.) It was absolutely gorgeous, we were really on the top of the world.  We could see everything, it was a very humbling experience.  &lt;div&gt;We went back and started up a fire and made some pig biscuits.  Now if you are wondering what pig biscuits are, you probably know them as pigs in a blanket, there is a long story behind that.  We sat around the fire for over an hour cooking these things, and it was so much fun.  While Lisa was tending to the fire and breaking wood with her foot, she flipped a piece of wood into the fire right on top of Melanie's food.  And Mel just sat there.  It was hilarious.  Probably one of those had to be there moments.  Mel said that she would have rather had the wood hit her than her food.  Anyway, we then had smores, and a strange banana boat thing.   All in all a good around the fire time, we then sang some songs to the guitar and just chilled.   Bed time came, however not for me, I haven't been sleeping well and this was no change.  Carie and I stayed up partially waiting to hear from her dad and brother and partially because we just couldn't sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was a beautiful night, the stars were gorgeous and we had a really good talk about life and such.  At about 3, Mel came coughing out of the tent and after a few minutes came and sat with us and talked with us the rest of the night.   Carie and Mel tended the fire all night and we got a number of holes in our clothes and blankets.  Mel rolled in the dirt, and well it was good.  We got a little sleep, not much.  But that is okay.  As we watched the stars disappear and the sky grow lighter, Lisa eventually joined us.  Nicole and Meagan got some more sleep, and then joined us for breakfast.   We just kind of chilled for some time  Mel went off somewhere, Meagan, Nicole and Lisa went for a walk, and Carie and I played card game(of which she didn't actually tell me all the rules, so although I should have won, I didn't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Carie's dad and brother let us use their 4-wheelers, and we went out Lisa and me on one, and Mel and Carie on the other.  We had a really good time.  It was actually a big stress reliever for me, not sure why, but it was.  Anyway, after that people took naps, I tried to study, we just chillaxed.  It was well amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E92C5370-9141-400E-BD8D-A6EAEE978139/smBOtimponogo1.jpg" alt="smBOtimponogo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly the whole weekend was just amazing.  And I'm so grateful Carie shared this place with us, and that these other 4 girls came along and we just had a good time.  I'm not gonna lie, I would love to camp every weekend.  That would be fantastic, but since that isn't going to happen, I'll just have to get some people to want to go at least once more this summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I love the moun'ains, I love the outdoors.  I want to spend the rest of my life outside.   I love it, and suggest that everyone goes out camping at least once this summer.  Just do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-6360557072610901028?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/6360557072610901028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=6360557072610901028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6360557072610901028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/6360557072610901028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7819422604663305521</id><published>2008-07-07T08:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:09:42.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabbage Patch Hospital</title><content type='html'>So I've been in Georgia for the past 5 days.  I came out to help my sister pack up and move back to Utah, and we've had some time to do some fun stuff.  One thing that will be engraved in my mind forever, was our two trips to the Cabbage Patch Hospital(also known as Babyland).  The first one was because we wanted to go, the second time was because all our pictures from the first day disappeared, and we needed pictures to share with everyone else.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SHI8cjL_ZaI/AAAAAAAABNk/EyARjKhC0-Y/s320/100_6418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220301379255362978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This experience was an awesome one.  There were incubators, school children, and even a live birth.  The second time we went we even got to see twins born, Jimmy James Paul and Emily Grace by the mother cabbages under the magic crystal tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SHI_W7G-BgI/AAAAAAAABNs/lHTi6_QMvd0/s320/Amy+and+Nat+Visit+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220304581132420610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, that was amazing.  You all not only need to go there, but you should ask me about it.  We took over a hundred pictures and have a great video of the live birth.  Okay back to packing, but I hadn't posted in a while so I thought I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7819422604663305521?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7819422604663305521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7819422604663305521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7819422604663305521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7819422604663305521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/07/cabbage-patch-hospital.html' title='Cabbage Patch Hospital'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SHI8cjL_ZaI/AAAAAAAABNk/EyARjKhC0-Y/s72-c/100_6418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-8100017204052767057</id><published>2008-06-19T11:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:22:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge vs. GPA</title><content type='html'>As I am now only 4 credits away from graduation., and after just taking another final.  I'm frustrated, and I'm frustrated because of the way our knowledge is measured right now.  Your GPA is all that matters.  Now how wrong is that.  GPA isn't really a measure of how smart you are or what you learned in the class, but it is.  This is what frustrates me.  Not everyone is the same, not everyone tests the same.  Some people have learning disabilities, some people have test anxiety (that's me).  So it doesn't matter how well I know the information on the test, I just can't remember it while I'm sitting in the testing center.  For instance, today I took a final, I got  down to one last question, I read and reread the question and thought I know the answer to this, I put my pencil down on the paper, and nothing came out.  So after 15 minutes of sitting there, I gave up and turned my test in.  The second I walked out the door, the answer to that question and a few others came rushing into my head.   And I'm not sure what I got on the test because the majority of it was short answer, but I know that I should have gotten an A on it.  And I probably won't.   That makes me frustrated.  I'm not saying I'm a genius, but I'm a decently smart person, and my GPA definitely doesn't show that.  And that is frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-8100017204052767057?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/8100017204052767057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=8100017204052767057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8100017204052767057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8100017204052767057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/knowledge-vs-gpa.html' title='Knowledge vs. GPA'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1117340094159298653</id><published>2008-06-14T22:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T23:03:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SFSwcLSVw-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2CaNkP1kP68/s1600-h/Softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211984666887046114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SFSwcLSVw-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2CaNkP1kP68/s320/Softball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I said, here are a few pictures of the amazing team I finally won my shirt with. There are quite a few more on facebook if you want to check them out. But I'm so happy that I got my shirt before I graduated, and that I got to get it with some really cool girls. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211984671043087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SFSwcaxN7nI/AAAAAAAABMs/P1kNXr8abmY/s320/softball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1117340094159298653?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1117340094159298653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1117340094159298653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1117340094159298653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1117340094159298653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-shirt-time.html' title='T-shirt time...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SFSwcLSVw-I/AAAAAAAABMk/2CaNkP1kP68/s72-c/Softball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-332548373616166537</id><published>2008-06-12T23:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:01:18.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I get a Mac?</title><content type='html'>So I'm thinking as a graduation present to myself I want to get a new computer, mostly a mac. And it i get it now, I also get a free ipod touch, and a free printer. And I can get an education discount on the computer. And then get a whole bunch of software at education discount prices because I'm still a student. What do you all think? All in all, it will come out to about $2,000. So maybe if I decide to get one, if people feel like getting me a graduation gift, they can just put in a few dollars? Tell me what you all think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-332548373616166537?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/332548373616166537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=332548373616166537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/332548373616166537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/332548373616166537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/should-i-get-mac.html' title='Should I get a Mac?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5281238486659551537</id><published>2008-06-12T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:31:08.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!!!!</title><content type='html'>It finally happened, I won a t-shirt.  I am an Intramural Champion.  And I will post amazing pictures very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5281238486659551537?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5281238486659551537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5281238486659551537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5281238486659551537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5281238486659551537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-won.html' title='WE WON!!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-8674516138032950035</id><published>2008-06-12T12:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:27:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals</title><content type='html'>I love sports, and I love intramurals. I've been doing intramurals here for the past four years, and I have yet to win a championship. I've gotten to the final game at least 8 times and gotten close at least 8 other times. This is a very frustrating situation for me. I just want a t-shirt. You wouldn't think it would be that difficult, but for me it really is. In fact, I am in a facebook group called, I'm NOT an Intramural Champion(I'm hoping to leave this group soon).  Tonight is just another chance for me, and I think that this time, I might just get the shirt. We would have to lose two games tonight to the same team in order to not get the shirt. Now I know that this seems like a no way can we lose situation, but it has happened to me before, twice to be exact. But we did beat this team last night, so I think that we can do it. And this makes me super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets nervous for intramurals...me. I may be the only person to get nervous for intramural games, but it's true. I get so nervous.  And this is a good and bad thing.  It makes the sitting/standing around part really hard, but I think it might make me play better. &lt;br /&gt;For instance last night's game, I finally got a great hit, I've been waiting for the past month to get a good hit, and I did it, and I even ran really well around the bases, but unfortunately only got to third base.  I'm gonna blame it on the big sand trap that was around 2nd base.  It was a great hit though, and I'm hoping to hit like that again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;A semi-funny story from the game last night, if you are reading this you probably know me enough to know that I love soccer.  And instinctly I stop things with my feet all the time.  I've noticed recently that I do it while playing ultimate if there is no way for me to catch, I stop it with me foot.  Anyway back to the game, during the other team's last ups, we weren't doing so well, there were a lot of walks going on, so we really needed to get an out.  I was all nervous, and frustrated and what not, and so as I'm standing my post as second baseman I was ready for some action.  The ball is hit to the right of me and low to the ground, so as I go forward to attempt to catch it, I realize that it is going to hit the ground a second before I can get there, so instinctively I stick my foot out to stop it without even thinking.  The next thing I know, I feel my foot step on the ball and the ball stopping directly under my foot, as my body continues to go forward.  I fall forward, realize that the ball is about 3 feet away from me where my foot stopped it.  I jump up, grab the ball and throw it in to the catcher and she tagged the girl and we got an out.  Now as exciting as that was, just imagine that happening.  It was ridiculous and I got laughed at and congratulated for making such a great stop.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I've got for now, hopefully tomorrow I can post pictures of my team with our new t-shirts.  Yay for intramurals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-8674516138032950035?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/8674516138032950035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=8674516138032950035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8674516138032950035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8674516138032950035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/intramurals.html' title='Intramurals'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2645592898613350632</id><published>2008-06-06T09:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:12:13.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaks and Valleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a phrase that I have heard a number of times, mostly by those who have served missions. This last Sunday someone mentioned it and it got me to thinking. Thinking about peaks and valleys in a literal and a figurative way. Peaks and valleys in a figurative sense is a half positive-half negative term. Ya know, how somedays we have awesome days and then there are other days when you just don't want to get out of bed, or you want to just curl up in a hole somewhere. Then let's compare this to the literal peaks and valleys. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SElprMkAZJI/AAAAAAAABL4/CnnLwX45chA/s1600-h/040126-kauai-hawaii-hanalei-valley-overlook-taro-fields--by-scott-carpenter--cc-by-sa-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208810634858226834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SElprMkAZJI/AAAAAAAABL4/CnnLwX45chA/s320/040126-kauai-hawaii-hanalei-valley-overlook-taro-fields--by-scott-carpenter--cc-by-sa-30.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SElqG2dQZAI/AAAAAAAABMA/42TJlqZHWnQ/s1600-h/himalayan_peaks_nepal_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208811109960672258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SElqG2dQZAI/AAAAAAAABMA/42TJlqZHWnQ/s320/himalayan_peaks_nepal_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the outdoors and the peaks and the valleys are absolutely gorgeous.  So really I don't see any negative part of the literal peaks and valleys.   So why do we use the term peaks and valleys when talking about our emotional state?  Because it still makes sense.  Peaks are high and valleys are low, so it is a great way to describe it.   But still it is contradictive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is really besides the point, mostly I've just been in a time of valleys and peaks, more valleys than peaks right now.  So that is my most current goal, I'm trying to have more peaks than valleys.   Not as easy as it should be.   But I wouldn't mind doing some hiking in some of those literal peaks and valleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2645592898613350632?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2645592898613350632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2645592898613350632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2645592898613350632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2645592898613350632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/06/peaks-and-valleys.html' title='Peaks and Valleys'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SElprMkAZJI/AAAAAAAABL4/CnnLwX45chA/s72-c/040126-kauai-hawaii-hanalei-valley-overlook-taro-fields--by-scott-carpenter--cc-by-sa-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1302951146137048671</id><published>2008-05-29T10:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:24:37.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, I have no idea</title><content type='html'>So I'm back to almost square one when it comes to what I'm doing after graduation.  I have applied for a few jobs, and am still waiting to hear back from almost all of them.  I did apply to be a 911 dispatcher, but I couldn't make the testing time, so that one is off of the list for right now.  Mostly I just need a full time job with benefits, at this point, I don't even care what it is, I just need to find one so I can find housing.  This is my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm quite stressed about it.  If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to give them to me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1302951146137048671?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1302951146137048671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1302951146137048671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1302951146137048671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1302951146137048671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-again-i-have-no-idea.html' title='Once again, I have no idea'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2553018225910321056</id><published>2008-05-17T12:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:58:39.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cool roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SC83vPDSVLI/AAAAAAAABKU/34PVFNrXSXI/s1600-h/Roomates+senor+spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201437379269907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SC83vPDSVLI/AAAAAAAABKU/34PVFNrXSXI/s320/Roomates+senor+spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            (Emily, Lisa, Heather, Amy, Melanie, Melissa)&lt;br /&gt;This is a short shout out to my cool roommates this spring. I was thinking how I've had some super crazy roommates over the years, and I am very lucky to have such cool roommates right now. They are all very unique, and I'm glad I get the chance to live with them all...even if they think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SC83m_DSVKI/AAAAAAAABKM/92jD4rcuTJ0/s1600-h/Roomates+senor+spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2553018225910321056?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2553018225910321056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2553018225910321056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2553018225910321056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2553018225910321056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-cool-roommates.html' title='My cool roommates'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SC83vPDSVLI/AAAAAAAABKU/34PVFNrXSXI/s72-c/Roomates+senor+spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5595913824137560514</id><published>2008-05-16T23:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:03:12.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing</title><content type='html'>I've known and lived with a lot of people over the years, and I've learned that we all have different ways of releasing pent up emotion, feelings, frustrations, whatever. Now this may seem like a random topic, but it all came about last night. After a terribly played on my part, game of softball, I was awfully frustrated, and for those who actually know anything about me, you might know that I am not the most expressive person when it comes to feelings. So since I've been frustrated about many things in the past month or so, this crappy game was the ice breaker. So I went out for a hard run, and felt semi better when I got back. And I brewed over it all day, and still haven't fully expressed my frustration. Then there is my roommate, who also played last night, and didn't have the best game either, she went outside for a little personal reflection, came back inside and was fine afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it is possible that I have a bit more pent up frustrations and what not than her right now, but that is another point. What I'm getting at here is the different ways people release anger, frustration, pain, etc. And when I say people, I am mostly referring to people of the female gender. We as females, tend to express emotion a lot more than our male counterpart, which is normal. Women are more sensitive and whatnot. Anyway, there are so many ways that we release pent up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had friends who just escape from it all, just run away from it, and then ignore it.  I've had friends who just need to cry all by themselves for a little while and then they are ok, there are the ones that need to cry on some one's shoulder and need to be validated.  There are those as I said before who just don't deal with it, pretend it didn't' happen and store it somewhere inside of them.  There are those that need a little time to just think things through and then they are ok.   Those who just need to get angry at someone, yell a little than get over it. Those who need to go and get anger out in someway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just the first few that came to my head, but I really find it interesting how different we all are, and how we express things, and release things in such different ways.  The hard part is initially figuring out what that way is for each person, and/or letting others figure out that information about you.  Some people, including me, have a hard time letting others really get to know them, but that is another blog in itself, so maybe that will be my next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5595913824137560514?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5595913824137560514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5595913824137560514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5595913824137560514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5595913824137560514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/05/releasing.html' title='Releasing'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3762171986440265862</id><published>2008-05-09T23:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:13:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing something...</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since my last post, and as I was finishing up my cleaning check tonight I realized it was time to write again. I'm not exactly sure what to write, but I need to write so we will see what comes out.&lt;br /&gt;The age I'm at gives me a lot of me time, I'm going to school, and working. But I work by myself many days, and I don't have a lot of homework, this has made me realize that although I have some problems and some major stresses in my life, doesn't mean that I need to forget about all the little things that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I at times feel alone, I work by myself, my roommates are all very busy people, my friends are flaky and busy people, and I've never had the type of relationship with my family that I wish that I did (but i'm working on it). But when I really sit down and think about it, I have amazing people all around me. And whenever I really need someone, someone comes through. This is a reoccurring testimony builder for me that my Heavenly Father loves me, and that he knows me and is looking out for me. This is a comforting thought in my many alone hours every day.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on putting myself out there. I've never been the one to start the party all by myself (if that makes any sense). I sit while others are talking and just listen, I don't put in my two cents, all the thoughts that race through my head. All of the comebacks, or comments that come into my head normally just stay there. I think I need to work on saying what I'm thinking. No matter what the situation. I'm gonna work on that.&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, I had about an hour before I had to TA a class, and I had some work that I needed to do. Therefore, I needed the few stragglers from the class before hand to leave the room. I had already warned them twice that I needed to close the room up, and I had let them stay an extra 20 minutes. And it isn't as if they were working on anything, a few students were in the back of the room talking to one professor, while another professor sat at a computer in the back checking his email. So I finally got the nerve to ask them to leave. This guy sitting at the computer then proceeds to get really upset with me, he said that by not letting people into the instruction rooms at times when they weren't being used for classes was a complete waste, he said that I had no right to kick them out, and a whole heck of a lot more. And he definitely wasn't nice about it. It was one of those situations that makes you feel uncomfortable and just plain sick to your stomach (I'm sure most of you have felt this way at least once). I really didn't know what to do about the situation, and now I was having a terrible day, so I just nicely repeated that I needed to close the room. As he walked out of the room, I heard him say some jerky comment under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;Now this made me think, who is this guy, and why would a professor at BYU get upset with a student employee for them doing their job. This guy was a royal jerk, and I want to thank him publicly for making my day so wonderful. It makes me wonder who his mother is, and why she didn't send him to his room a little more often.&lt;br /&gt;So those thoughts are not at all connected, but most things in my mind aren't. ADD or something, who knows. That is what I'm thinking about tonight though. And yet I'm still needing something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3762171986440265862?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3762171986440265862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3762171986440265862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3762171986440265862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3762171986440265862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/05/needing-something.html' title='Needing something...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3903115634637923835</id><published>2008-05-01T12:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:50:07.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates over the years</title><content type='html'>As I was walking home last week after a conversation with a friend about roommates, I decided to count and see just how many roommates I've had since I moved away from home 4 years ago, and that lead me to thinking about things that have had.  So that is what this blog is going to be dedicated to in short.  So first off, just how many roommates have I had.  Freshman year-8, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year-9, Junior year-11, Senior year-10  Total=38  That is a lot of girls that I have lived with.  And for the most part I loved all of them, and had wonderful experiences and gained amazing friends.  However, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; lived with a few interesting people, and they are who I want to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;Let's start with freshman year, it started out very normal, and I really liked all 5 of my roommates.  A few weeks into the semester however, my roommate developed some severe homesickness and it made her a little crazy, and very emotional, that always makes for a very interesting time.  She was a very nice person, but she got offended by everything and I am positive that her family thought I was the devil.  Anyway, with about two weeks left in my first semester, another one of my roommates, who was way cool up to this point, got in a little tussle with one of us, that exploded and she ended up going completely psycho on us.  She cut up a picture of us, and put her on another sheet of paper surrounded by guns and knives and what not, and put it in my food cupboard.  So that was quite disturbing, and she teamed up with the emotional roommate and they did their own thing until they both moved out.  Two new girls moved in, and they were both awesome.  One of them and I didn't really see eye to eye on most things, but other than that the rest of that year was normal in my book (which is probably different than anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; book). &lt;br /&gt;On to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year, I moved into an apartment with 5 other girls.  4 of which knew each other, and then my room roommate.  They all seemed really cool, but the 4 stayed very much with themselves for the first couple of months, and my room roommate had some very interesting practices, and I wasn't sure if she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  She was very sweet, and a very nice person, but there was something a little off about her.  The story is long and detailed, but I end up figuring out that she bats for the other team, after much convincing, my other roommates agree with me, we talk with our Bishop, and so the story goes, but she eventually ends up marrying her "friend", gets kicked out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, and some other stuff.  So that was a very interesting experience which I am pretty sure I will never forget.  I then became good friends with these other 4 girls and stay in contact with most of them regularly. &lt;br /&gt;I then moved in with some new girls and one of the girls I had lived with the year previous who had become one of my best friends.  Well things were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for a little bit, until she decided that she hated me or something like that.  Luckily I had 3 other amazing roommates that I loved that I hung out with and talked to, and basically made that year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  The girl mentioned previously is now married and we talk on occasion, but I'm still not sure what I did to her.  Maybe one day I'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;Those are the most interesting stories I've got.  I have probably 200 more stories I could write here, but that would be way to long of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;So mostly to end, I want to say how I'm grateful for every single roommate that I've had.  Either because of the wonderful friend that they were and still are, or because of the things that I learned by living with them.  I am a much stronger, and a much better person today because of the 38 girls that I have lived with in the last 4 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3903115634637923835?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3903115634637923835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3903115634637923835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3903115634637923835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3903115634637923835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/05/roommates-over-years.html' title='Roommates over the years'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-87491020469586769</id><published>2008-04-24T11:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:31:20.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 More Credits...I think I can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So finals are officially over, and instead of partying I am babysitting. But that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I get my nightly fix and then come back home and make sure everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and that the kids get to bed. What makes me most excited is that I only have 3 more classes until I graduate, less than 4 months, and only 10 credits. Finals this year were a little more stressful than the semesters past, and I'm very glad to be done with some of the classes I was taking. What a wonderful&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SBDRcYUzpjI/AAAAAAAABIA/JtoLj6gwBQQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192880655854446130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SBDRcYUzpjI/AAAAAAAABIA/JtoLj6gwBQQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feeling to walk out of your last final, and not even care how you did because guess what, you're done. Life all of the sudden got less stressful, and I was able to just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chillax&lt;/span&gt; with some friends. I miss being able to just do whatever I want at the end of the day. That hasn't happened for some time and I'm super excited that in 4 months, all I have to worry about is work, and when I go home from work, I don't have to worry about school or work and I can just do what I want...In Rhode Island. Well this is really scatterbrained, but I just had a good lunch with my Grandpa and my cousin at the hospital and now I want to sit and not think. So that is what I'm going to do, and then I'm making some lemon cream cups. Yum, anyone want one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-87491020469586769?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/87491020469586769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=87491020469586769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/87491020469586769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/87491020469586769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-more-creditsi-think-i-can.html' title='10 More Credits...I think I can'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SBDRcYUzpjI/AAAAAAAABIA/JtoLj6gwBQQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-418076928309467403</id><published>2008-04-15T12:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:58:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is strange especially how songs relate</title><content type='html'>I think the human body is amazing, as I am interested in medicine and such the more I learn about it, the more I am absolutely amazed with the complexity of the human body.  For instance, last night while playing soccer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; I realized that I had developed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stye&lt;/span&gt; in my eye.  Now for any of you who may have had the unfortunate chance of having one of these, they are not pleasant.  And the fact that this one is probably by far the worst I have ever had, so in addition to the fact that my eye was watering uncontrollably, which in turn caused my nose to run, then add in that my hair doesn't go in a ponytail very well, this soccer game was very interesting, however I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Well I woke up this morning and basically couldn't see out of my eye, it hurt a lot.  Add in the the watering of the eye and the running of the nose, it made for not the most pleasant morning.  Especially since I had to take my last test of the semester other than finals.  So I wasn't quite ready to take it, but the pain I was in and the discomfort I was in, I decided to just take it.  So I enter the testing center, and wouldn't you know the minute I sit down, the running of my nose decides that it is ready for the 200 meter sprint and I didn't have any tissues, so I greatly apologize to the people around me for the uncontrollable sniffing I did.  I didn't even look over the test twice, I just went through and got out, and I have no idea how I did, but I couldn't handle it anymore.  So I went to work and got a hot washcloth and laid on the the floor with it on my eye.  And surprisingly enough it worked rather well, it is only 3.5 hours later and it is feeling much better.  Hence again amazing how the human body can heal itself so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;I have always been a big fan of music, I like to play it, sing it, listen to it, whatever.  Almost weekly I find another song that I really like and another one that relates to my life.  So here are a few of my recent favorites:  So Small-Carrie Underwood, Realize-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;, Born to Fly-Sara Evans, Lost-Micheal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;.  Those are the ones that relate to my life at this point in life, maybe not the whole song, but a line or a verse.  You should all become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I have decided it is time.  Time to do the things that I am scared most of, but know that I must do in order to get over something or learn what will happen.  I think some of you may know what I'm talking about.  Doing hard things is good for us. &lt;br /&gt;This post might not make much sense, but I needed to waste some time and so here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-418076928309467403?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/418076928309467403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=418076928309467403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/418076928309467403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/418076928309467403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-strange-especially-how-songs.html' title='Life is strange especially how songs relate'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7758830394441940250</id><published>2008-04-14T13:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:18:42.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend- a Cake and a Haircut</title><content type='html'>So here are a few pictures of my finished cake as promised. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SAO7CxkgXcI/AAAAAAAABHg/BSaqt87euQo/s1600-h/FestivalofColors+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189196852001529282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SAO7CxkgXcI/AAAAAAAABHg/BSaqt87euQo/s200/FestivalofColors+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189196731742444978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SAO67xkgXbI/AAAAAAAABHY/L0NSuIBrJb0/s200/FestivalofColors+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For the most part I was pretty happy with the way it turned out, unfortunately the quality of my edible paper wasn't the highest, so by the time I picked up my project the corners had started to curl up, kind of disappointing, but oh well, there was nothing I could do about it.  So that was a pretty good accomplishment.  And even though I won't find out my grade for a week or so, I think overall I couldn't have done that bad.  So yay for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other exciting news from the weekend is my haircut.  I finally got into the only person I trust to cut my hair other than my mom, and she cut off quite a bit.  It is so short that it doesn't even do a ponytail well, which might be problematic, but that is ok because I really like it.  I think she did a fantastic job, as usual.  So if you want a good haircut, ask me, I'll let you know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also finished everything I have due before finals except for one test, that I will most likely be taking tomorrow morning.  But after that, I'm home free.  Well other than the next week of studying almost 24/7 to take 5 very important tests.  But that is all I will have to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few side notes--I graduate in exactly 4 months from today, and I'm really excited about it.  I am also approximately 93.6% sure that I am moving to Rhode Island this August.  YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7758830394441940250?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7758830394441940250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7758830394441940250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7758830394441940250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7758830394441940250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-weekend-cake-and-haircut.html' title='My weekend- a Cake and a Haircut'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/SAO7CxkgXcI/AAAAAAAABHg/BSaqt87euQo/s72-c/FestivalofColors+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7606865075218803812</id><published>2008-04-11T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:16:35.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Crispy Treats and a Cake</title><content type='html'>For my History of Creativity project this semester I am making a wedding cake for Henry VIII.  So I started thinking about this some time ago, and have all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; to the cake ready, and last night I started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; cake.  Now making a three tier wedding cake isn't the easiest job in the world, three layers of cake is a lot.  So after talking with some friends and family, I decided to make the bottom layer out of rice crispy treats, and the second layer is going to be a dummy cake, and then the top is going to be a white velvet cake, (I found the recipe online, and it is supposed to be very very good).  So last night I made the bottom layer, I used 2.5 bags of marshmallows, and 7/8 of a bag of malt-o-meal crispy rice.  I ended up having to make three different batches in order to fill my big round pan twice.  Today I have to make the top layer and frost the whole thing.  Can you imagine how much frosting that is going to be?  But honestly I'm kind of excited, this is going to be a fun experience for me.  I get to use a cake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; to frost it, and it is going to be fun.  However I need to get it all done tonight, I have to turn it in tomorrow morning, and I kind of want to have a social life tonight.  But anyway, this cake is going to be amazing and I'll post some pictures when I'm done with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7606865075218803812?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7606865075218803812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7606865075218803812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7606865075218803812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7606865075218803812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/rice-crispy-treats-and-cake.html' title='Rice Crispy Treats and a Cake'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1671640814395588706</id><published>2008-04-07T14:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:25:50.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions and BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I know that I have been on this decision making kick, but it is my life right now, and this will be the last post about decisions for a while, I promise the next one I write will be more thought provoking and whatnot. But I think I have officially decided what I am going to do with my life. (Well hopefully) I am going to be taking a CNA course this summer, but not the originally planned one, I will be traveling to Salt Lake everyday for two weeks to take this class from 5-10 p.m. Definately better than every Saturday all summer. And I am about 90% sure I am going to be moving to Rhode Island come August 20thish. As long as I can find housing, I will be able to find a job, and it should all work out. So that is the plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking lately about BYU, and the amazing place it really is. There is no place in the world quite like it. There is no place where you meet once a week during the week with a group of other college students and talk about the gospel and then just hang out, like family time. So there might be places that do that, but not really. I was recently talking with a friend of mine from my old ward. He was down for the weekend, and happened to run into my roommate, and then came to talk to me. We had a good discussion on the uniqueness of BYU. And as I am getting ready to leave it, I am only now realizing how lucky I have been to be here for the past four years. To be somewhere where the school paper makes me laugh at least once a day from the things that people write in or the things people do (I am going to miss the police beat). A school that has a number of impressive and awesome rankings in the Princeton Review every year. #3 best college library(which i have happen to proudly work at) #1 stone-cold sober school #1 students pray on a regular basis #1 Got milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically just an amazing school, where religion is brought into the classroom, that definately doesn't happen many other places. A place where people are friendly and kind, and although we still have some crime, our campus is really quite safe, and I usually feel safe walking around at night or early in the morning. A place that has a great athletic program, that has given me hours of entertainment over basically my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly I'm just really glad that I had the chance to go to and graduate from a very good school. And congratulations to BYU and all of its faculty and students for making it a great place to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ruggeddesigns.net/images/byu_cougar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1671640814395588706?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1671640814395588706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1671640814395588706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1671640814395588706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1671640814395588706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/decisions-and-byu.html' title='Decisions and BYU'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1004022241612941692</id><published>2008-04-03T12:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:15:36.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post College Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_U4h_GmPSI/AAAAAAAABGg/NSIJSABfkyQ/s1600-h/Question%2520Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112702512938274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_U4h_GmPSI/AAAAAAAABGg/NSIJSABfkyQ/s200/Question%2520Mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I seem to have a hard time finding people to just sit and talk with me about the future. As of late, one friend of mine has been amazing at it, but we are both very busy people, and therefore that doesn't leave a lot of time of just sitting and talking about life. So I am going to attempt to put all my thoughts out on my blog, and then if anyone reads this, they can give me their opinion on what I should do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first off this summer, I will be talking a few classes and working part time so that I can graduate without any debt. But I'm trying to decide what to add to my summer, I am either going to be taking a CNA course or a Phlebotomy course. Now I've written out the pros and cons, and even made a matrix, and it seems like I am probably going to be doing phlebotomy, but I'm still not sure if that is what I should do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I end up doing this summer, will probably effect the job that I get for the next 7 months to a year. This leads me to after graduation. I graduate August 15th and 16th I believe with my BS in Exercise Science. Now as impressive as this may sound, I can't really get a job with this degree, so I am planning on doing some more school. At this point, either Nursing or Exercise Physiology. But I need a little break from school, and I need to earn a little money, so I'm gonna work for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now after I graduate from BYU, I can either stay here in Provo, live with some friends and get paid OK for some job and in the mean time apply for grad and nursing schools. Or I can move, now where would I move? Well that is a good question, I have always wanted to live on the East Coast, so that is where I would go. By myself? No, I have a friend in my ward here that is moving back east for grad school, and we have discussed being roommates back there. Now that would be really cool, because it is scary to move away from the BYU bubble and be by yourself. So that would solve that issue. I can find a job just about anywhere, there are always jobs available, and the cities that this friend is looking at all have ample hospitals, where I can use whatever I get this summer to get a job, or I can do some type of research assistant stuff (Working at the library for 2.5 years has helped me in that area). As of lately, my annoyance with people makes me think that it might be a very good idea to move away from Provo for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my first decision is about the summer, phlebotomy or cna? My next decision is about after graduation, stay in Utah or move back east? And then my third decision which I haven't really touched on yet is grad school for exercise physiology (which would give me something else to do this summer, take the GRE) or second bachelors in nursing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream last night that was crazy, and I don't remember all of it, but in some part of it, I got hit by a car and had my legs crushed. And so as I was deciding what to do with my life, I had to cancel out nursing because my legs didn't work and I was in a wheelchair. Now maybe this was some personal revelation in my head. But what makes me so confused, that is my legs got crushed, my first thought wouldn't be oh no I can't do nursing school. Pretty sure my first thought would be, I can't run or play sports anymore. So that was a side note, but seriously come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So exercise physiology or nursing? This is a great question. It was nursing from basically day 1 of my BYU education, but in the past 6 months or so, I am thinking that exercise physiology would give me more options, and would just be basically rockin'. I am in an exercise physiology class right now, and I absolutely love it. It truly fascinates me. But I still don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that in short I have now talked a little about all my options and decisions that I have to make within the next couple of weeks. So throw that in with my papers, test, and very soon finals, and hey I've never been more stressed in my life. Which is kind of strange, because I also feel as if I have less people to help me out and talk with than ever before. Just another trial in the journey of my life. I love trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1004022241612941692?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1004022241612941692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1004022241612941692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1004022241612941692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1004022241612941692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-college-life.html' title='Post College Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_U4h_GmPSI/AAAAAAAABGg/NSIJSABfkyQ/s72-c/Question%2520Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-939353172525520612</id><published>2008-04-02T22:15:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:47:55.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Colors and Bollywood</title><content type='html'>So I'm exhausted, and yet, I'm on my computer, so I thought since I just downloaded my pictures from the Festival of Colors I will add them. So Saturday night was amazing, it all started with the festival of colors. Imagine thousands of people, thousands of little bags of colored flour, and crazy hare krishna music. The little kid in the picture at the bottom was awesome. Before it all started, his father would give him a handful of color and he would run up to someone and throw it at them. I got hit right in the face with a lovely purple color. Fantastic. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RowPGmPNI/AAAAAAAABF4/KZ7OWFKJ3yU/s1600-h/FestivalofColors+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884248907496658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RowPGmPNI/AAAAAAAABF4/KZ7OWFKJ3yU/s200/FestivalofColors+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_Ro3fGmPOI/AAAAAAAABGA/As9bRj6zSk8/s1600-h/FestivalofColors+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884373461548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_Ro3fGmPOI/AAAAAAAABGA/As9bRj6zSk8/s200/FestivalofColors+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884077108804802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RomPGmPMI/AAAAAAAABFw/rIRsTcNLPNE/s200/FestivalofColors+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RpBPGmPPI/AAAAAAAABGI/b3wigdnq6XM/s1600-h/FestivalofColors+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884540965272818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RpBPGmPPI/AAAAAAAABGI/b3wigdnq6XM/s200/FestivalofColors+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RpdfGmPRI/AAAAAAAABGY/aV-xeUamIyA/s1600-h/FestivalofColors+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184885026296577298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RpdfGmPRI/AAAAAAAABGY/aV-xeUamIyA/s200/FestivalofColors+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884747123703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RpNPGmPQI/AAAAAAAABGQ/4kZ0hp4XfH8/s200/FestivalofColors+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the festival, I had the opportunity to hang out with some girls in my ward and we watched "Bride and Prejudice", for those who don't know it is the bollywood version of Pride and Prejudice. It was absolutely fantastic, and I highly suggest anyone who hasnt' seen it, to rent it or something and watch it. Bollywood movies are fantastic, I have seen a few in my life, and each and every one of them just makes you smile. My brother introduced me to a great one called, "Lagaan." I might have to rewatch that one sometime soon. Anyway it is always nice to be able and sit with a bunch of girls and just hang out. I haven't been able to do that much since high school, and I forgot how much I missed it. So my new resolve is to try and get all of my friends together for just a hang out night again. We do this on occasion, but it proves to be very difficult to get 7 22 year olds together. But if I'm leaving the state, it is going to happen before then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-939353172525520612?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/939353172525520612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=939353172525520612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/939353172525520612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/939353172525520612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/04/festival-of-colors.html' title='Festival of Colors and Bollywood'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R_RowPGmPNI/AAAAAAAABF4/KZ7OWFKJ3yU/s72-c/FestivalofColors+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3374157395625812039</id><published>2008-03-28T13:22:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:54:02.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my sister, I have been tagged. So here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Color:&lt;/em&gt; Ever since I was a little child my favorite color has been pink...ok not. Blue, my color of choice in all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892006852410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1U0fGmPDI/AAAAAAAABEQ/bn6pb8bU6IY/s200/big_blue_crayon.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1XWfGmPHI/AAAAAAAABFI/gB6YKRnCc_0/s1600-h/Colorful-vegetables-755879.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Animal:&lt;/em&gt; Shasta the Liger or my babies. Either of which are quite amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1V8vGmPFI/AAAAAAAABE4/W60nxlbvCcA/s1600-h/Utah+Visit+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893248097958994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1V8vGmPFI/AAAAAAAABE4/W60nxlbvCcA/s200/Utah+Visit+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1VgPGmPEI/AAAAAAAABEY/2Wh7WRgW8Rc/s1600-h/shasta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182892758471687234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1VgPGmPEI/AAAAAAAABEY/2Wh7WRgW8Rc/s200/shasta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1VgPGmPEI/AAAAAAAABEY/2Wh7WRgW8Rc/s1600-h/shasta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1VgPGmPEI/AAAAAAAABEY/2Wh7WRgW8Rc/s1600-h/shasta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1WgvGmPGI/AAAAAAAABFA/SFfzpXrlr2I/s1600-h/silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893866573249634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1WgvGmPGI/AAAAAAAABFA/SFfzpXrlr2I/s200/silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Bad Habit:&lt;/em&gt; Jumping to conclusions. I am really good at that. No matter what the situation, I jump not just to conclusions, but the worst possible conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1XWfGmPHI/AAAAAAAABFI/gB6YKRnCc_0/s1600-h/Colorful-vegetables-755879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894789991218290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1XWfGmPHI/AAAAAAAABFI/gB6YKRnCc_0/s200/Colorful-vegetables-755879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/em&gt;I love food. I love to make food and eat it. Lately I've been on a pretty decent health craze, and vegetables have become my new staple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1XWfGmPHI/AAAAAAAABFI/gB6YKRnCc_0/s1600-h/Colorful-vegetables-755879.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1XWfGmPHI/AAAAAAAABFI/gB6YKRnCc_0/s1600-h/Colorful-vegetables-755879.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Hobby:&lt;/em&gt; In the little amount of spare time I have, I love to play my guitar, play any sports that I can, and cook food for people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1YQ_GmPII/AAAAAAAABFQ/L6kpwBHtfgI/s1600-h/sports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182895795013565570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1YQ_GmPII/AAAAAAAABFQ/L6kpwBHtfgI/s200/sports.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1YRPGmPJI/AAAAAAAABFY/JdDssUD4DIM/s1600-h/reef_akustisk_guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182895799308532882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1YRPGmPJI/AAAAAAAABFY/JdDssUD4DIM/s200/reef_akustisk_guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Song:&lt;/em&gt; Can't honestly say that I have one favorite song, I really enjoy music. So I listen to a very broad range, but the song of the past year has been Crazy by Patsy Cline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182896714136566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1ZGfGmPKI/AAAAAAAABFg/iKfKPnS0r6g/s200/B0002B163W_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Author:&lt;/em&gt; All I read right now are text books. So technically I don't have a favorite right now, but I do really enjoy C.S. Lewis, the Bronte Sisters, Jane Austin, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Favorite Dessert:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1Z-vGmPLI/AAAAAAAABFo/OPx9Bpf_ZUE/s1600-h/w19-CheesecakeStrawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182897680504208562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1Z-vGmPLI/AAAAAAAABFo/OPx9Bpf_ZUE/s200/w19-CheesecakeStrawberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love cheesecake, and my newest favorite are my Lemon Strawberry Cream Cups. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Picture of Me:&lt;/em&gt; I'm not photogenic, plus I'm at work, so no pictures of me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now tagging Bryan Stiles, Kirsten Clark, and Elise Crane. Because I know you all read this on occasion. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3374157395625812039?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3374157395625812039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3374157395625812039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3374157395625812039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3374157395625812039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-1U0fGmPDI/AAAAAAAABEQ/bn6pb8bU6IY/s72-c/big_blue_crayon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5634908338255906761</id><published>2008-03-26T14:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:20:38.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays</title><content type='html'>These pictures make me wonder, what exactly is in our water in Salem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-rG7_GmPCI/AAAAAAAABEI/LNaqXRiH_sk/s1600-h/bim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182173055096863778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-rG7_GmPCI/AAAAAAAABEI/LNaqXRiH_sk/s320/bim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-rGTvGmPBI/AAAAAAAABEA/72r8ugMvsq4/s1600-h/Austin+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182172363607129106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-rGTvGmPBI/AAAAAAAABEA/72r8ugMvsq4/s320/Austin+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And somedays when I wake up in the morning, this is exactly how I feel.  For some people (mainly my roommate) this is what she looks like every morning.  And those are the days that I just want to stay home, because let's be honest, someone is gonna make fun of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5634908338255906761?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5634908338255906761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5634908338255906761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5634908338255906761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5634908338255906761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/somedays.html' title='Somedays'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mH5Wprz0ous/R-rG7_GmPCI/AAAAAAAABEI/LNaqXRiH_sk/s72-c/bim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2502248127271981120</id><published>2008-03-22T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:12:21.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and Dating</title><content type='html'>This past week I have had a number of conversations with multiple people about friendships and dating. My most recent conversation was with my good friend Bryan, we had a deep discussion about this way too late at night. However, some of the things that I learned from Bryan, I thought might be interesting to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, flirting. Webster says that to flirt is to show superficial or casual interest or liking. More than once I have heard people say, "I don't even know how to flirt." These are usually the people who are constantly flirting with any member of the opposite sex that moves. I had a roommate like this for two years. Don't get me wrong this girl was an amazing person, but she just couldn't turn it off. Bryan was telling me that he doesn't even know how to flirt, that he never learned, but I'm not gonna lie. I have definitely seen that boy flirt, so it makes me wonder how does one learn to flirt. Flirting is where one person can get another person's attention. So basically what I'm saying is I don't understand flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest concept we talked about was levels of friendship, and falling for those who are good friends. After a group discussion at work about friendship, it has been decided that girls and guys can't pass a certain level of friendship, because after a certain point one or the other will most likely fall for the other one. So the levels of friendship are acquaintances, talking buddies(the ones in your classes where you talk to them but would never hang out with outside of class), friends, good friends, pretty good friends, best friends, then the ultimate level of friendship, marriage. So that magic level is pretty good friends. That level is the beyond good ward friends friend, if that makes any sense. This happens in movies all the time, and usually things in movies aren't real, but I would have to say that this concept is actually true, it does actually happen. By the time that you get to that point of friendship you know the other person really well. And it just so happens that by knowing someone that well, if they are a good person you might just fall for them. So when it gets to that point, what are you supposed to do? This is a concept Bryan and I discussed in some detail. How does one tell a really good friend that they want to be more than really good friends? A simply complex question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have seen &lt;em&gt;Win a Date with Tad Hamilton&lt;/em&gt;, the scene where Pete tells Rosalee how he feels, I have heard multiple people suggest to others that that would be the best way to go about the deed.  When suggesting that to others, I have always gotten a good response, so perhaps that is the way to do it.   And hopefully as long as you are good enough friends, which at this point we have decided that you are, the outcome wouldn't be as bad as you are thinking in your head right now that it would be.  My friend told me, if this were to happen to him and he were interested then it would probably be pretty simple, however if he weren't interested he said he would "have to let her know... nicely that he wasn't interested beyond friends and if could be awkward for a while,but I'd probably make efforts to get past that awkwardness and hope she would too."  Now as I discussed this with my roommate we decided that that isn't of much comfort.  And so after all of this, my original thought about this situation returned, just don't do it.  Just wonder your whole life, and hope that one day you will get over it.  So that is what I learned from my experiences this past week.   Sorry if they don't make as much sense on paper (well internet) than they did in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2502248127271981120?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2502248127271981120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2502248127271981120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2502248127271981120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2502248127271981120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship-and-dating.html' title='Friendship and Dating'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3678534577806809341</id><published>2008-03-20T17:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:11:04.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing how many things...</title><content type='html'>You can come to regret many things.  And most of the time we don't think about it.  Things happen and we get over them, and move on with our lives, however a few times a year, I take it upon myself to sit and really think about life.  This usually leads to me thinking of all the the things that I wish I was doing, or wasn't doing.  All the things that I want to do more or less of, and things that have happened that I either wish would or wouldn't have happened, you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;Well as I mentioned at an earlier time, I am graduating in August, and that means I am finishing up my career here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;.  It has been four short years, they were good though, and there are some regrets that I have that very possibly might have made that made the past four years not as supreme as they could have been. &lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it makes me wonder if things were supposed to happen this way to teach me things.  Then I think, no way, divine intervention is supposed to make life better, right?  I honestly don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was before, my regrets, at least my big ones are:&lt;br /&gt;Not getting enough sleep every single year.&lt;br /&gt;I made a new semester resolution every semester to get to bed earlier and get up earlier.  And every semester I did a decent job for about a week and a half or two, and then I fell right back into my late night ways.  Very bad thing for a college student.  And now I know that even more as I am writing a paper for a class on sleep, and how beneficial it really is, and how what we do during the day can affect our sleep, and I bet the last four years would have been a lot happier in general if i had gotten 8 hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;Not speaking up in class, or using my professors as resources for good.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I am generally a pretty smart person, and if you know me at all, you know I can be very opinionated.  And I just about always have something to say about everything, but just about every class I have been in, I haven't made more than one comment a semester, if that.  It makes me wonder if I would have done a little more active participation in class if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gpa&lt;/span&gt; would be a bit higher.  Plus now as I am applying for grad schools and nursing schools I need academic references, and I have like one.  Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Not being more social in my wards.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I go to church, I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fhe&lt;/span&gt;, I go to ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, people know who I am.   But I haven't made as many really good friends as I could have.   And now as I am getting to the point where everyone my "age" is graduating and moving on.  So you can start to make good friends and then all the sudden you move on or they move on.  That is crappy.  We all need good friends to joke around with, who will listen to you, and who you can listen to.   I really appreciate friends.  I have about 15 years of built up emotion that I need to get out, and that is exactly what friends are good for.  And the best kind of friend is someone who thinks along the same lines as you, and who is just a good person.  I'm have a friend like this right now.  She is one of those people who is a fantastic person.  It is just too bad, that we are both graduating.  You never know what that means, graduation can lead you just about anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;My last regret is not outing my roommate who broke the honor code.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone probably thinks, I've had a roommate who broke the honor code on one occasion, I'm sure I have even broke it before.  Staying a few minutes late in some guy's apartment or something, but I'm not talking about that.  I'm talking about hard core breaking of the honor code.  This girl's actions left me scarred, and I had the worst semester of my life.  That is when it all started to go downhill.   If I would have pushed my bishop, and talked to the honor code office earlier and gotten things fixed earlier.  Life would be different I believe.   If I  would have made someone do something about it in October when I first had my suspicions, instead of waiting till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Well those are my main regrets for the past four years, now that they are out there, let's hope that I can move past them, and move on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3678534577806809341?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3678534577806809341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3678534577806809341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3678534577806809341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3678534577806809341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-amazing-how-many-things.html' title='It&apos;s amazing how many things...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-37925475418477917</id><published>2008-03-20T12:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:26:14.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life after Graduation</title><content type='html'>I officially applied for graduating in August yesterday.  After talking to one of the counselors in my college to make sure that I am eligible, two things happened.  First, I started freaking out about the fact that I am graduating from college and I have to grow up and be a real person, and second, I thought of all the things I regret of doing or not doing over the past four years (this will be another thought another time). &lt;br /&gt;So let's first discuss my first thought process.  For the past 18 years or so, I have been in school.  I have worked and what not, but everything has always focused around school.  So now school is almost over and what am I supposed to do?  Well the answer that everyone gives me is, do more school.  And that is exactly what I want to do, but only problem is what do I want to do?  i could go to nursing school, I could go to grad school in a number of areas.  Which one is right?  Well I am going to take the GRE this summer and if I do well enough, I'm hoping that I might be able to get into a decent school.  My GPA isn't the best because of my problem with taking tests.  I want to get out of Utah, but I don't want to leave.  I don't' know what to do, and I really need to decide.  People all around me all ready have a plan for their life, they know what they want to do, and they know when they want to do it.   What is wrong with me that I have no idea.  I've always had interest in many things, and i like to consider myself a fairly intelligent individual, although my grades might not say so.  I do know the information and I do retain it.  Which is more than I can say for a lot of other people.  So I guess in the end, I am thinking grad school, and I'm thinking exercise physiology (it fascinates me).  So I have to do really well on the GRE this summer and then pray hard that this is the right thing, and that through some divine intervention I will get into a school I apply to.  And that is a whole different issue, which schools do I apply to?  Being a real person is stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-37925475418477917?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/37925475418477917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=37925475418477917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/37925475418477917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/37925475418477917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-life-after-graduation.html' title='Real Life after Graduation'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2319662378910025162</id><published>2008-03-05T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:46:41.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness at work</title><content type='html'>So recently I have been thinking about my job.  I have worked here for over two years now, and have been awarded for my hard work a few times.  But I was thinking today as I am trying to get someone to work for me, that I have taken classes for just about every person I have worked with when they have something come up.  I understand that that happens, and I usually feel bad that no one else will take the class for them, so I take it.  My boss even knows that if a class gets added late and he needs someone to work it, if I'm available, he calls me and of course I take it, because I always take it.  I'm trustworthy and hard working, so pass the buck to Amy, she will take care of it.  But as I struggle maybe once every two months or so to find someone to take one of my classes because something comes up, it makes me wonder why?  Why won't anyone else take my class when I am always so willing to take theirs?  Is it selfishness?  Is it laziness?  Is is just plain rudeness?  I don't know, but it surely bothers me.  Unfortunately it is just another unfair thing in my life that there is nothing I can do anything about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2319662378910025162?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2319662378910025162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2319662378910025162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2319662378910025162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2319662378910025162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/03/laziness-at-work.html' title='Laziness at work'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-8428936799742064770</id><published>2008-02-29T14:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:02:13.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; thoroughly enjoy getting my taxes back.  It is nice to get at least a little bit of the money back that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; takes.  Maybe if I move somewhere else, the government won't be so up for taking my money without my permission.  I will have to look into that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-8428936799742064770?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/8428936799742064770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=8428936799742064770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8428936799742064770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/8428936799742064770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/02/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7530042721399649060</id><published>2008-02-15T12:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:31:17.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Valentine's Day, and for probably the first time in my life I actaully had someone to spend it with.  And it was really fun.  I think if Valentine's Day were less focused on candy and flowers, and more on just spending time with those you love and care for, it would be a much better holiday and a lot less junk food would be eaten on it.   Anyway, I learned this year that Valentine's Day can be fun, and it should be.  That is the lesson of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7530042721399649060?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7530042721399649060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7530042721399649060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7530042721399649060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7530042721399649060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-967070883593422136</id><published>2008-02-15T12:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:28:14.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIU Shooting</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe that so many shootings happen.  Within the last year there has been at least 2 school shootings, and the one at trolley square.  I don't understand what posseses these guys to just go and shoot people they don't even know.  I'm wondering if there is research out there on these types of things. &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear of a campus shooting, it not only makes me feel deeply sad for the students and families of that school, but it scares me.  What if some wacko sees this happen, and decides he/she should do the same thing here at my school.  That is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;I was also wondering why all the shootings are always committed by males?  I know that they are more aggressive and whatnot, but is it something about the male gender that makes them want to stop taking their meds, or to take revenge on someone? &lt;br /&gt;Northern Illinois University, we are all deeply sorry and we hope that you will all recover from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-967070883593422136?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/967070883593422136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=967070883593422136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/967070883593422136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/967070883593422136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2008/02/niu-shooting.html' title='NIU Shooting'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-3908444538992536236</id><published>2007-12-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:39:35.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals week, oh what fun...</title><content type='html'>So as finals week has just begun for the many unfortunate students attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, I can't help but think, why?  What is the purpose of having cumulative finals?  Why aren't we just tested on what we learned since the last test?  And if you are going to have a cumulative final, is it really fair that the last test in that class was only a mere 5 days earlier?  As I am sitting here reviewing for a final while trying to make a good outline for another, I wonder why everything seems to come down to the final?  I also wonder why my boss gives me all the work to do, and wants it all done before the end of the semester.  There is no way in this world I can take all my finals, do well on them, and then get everything ready for the next semester at work all in a week.  I don't mind doing the work after finals, but that just isn't going to fly, now is it. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the purpose of this post is to say, I am supposed to be working at least 20 hours so that I can pay for tuition and food and what not, and at the same time studying/reviewing for my finals, getting enough sleep, eating well, doing some physical activity, and getting everything ready for Christmas.  Is this even possible?  No wonder I'm losing all my hair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-3908444538992536236?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/3908444538992536236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=3908444538992536236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3908444538992536236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/3908444538992536236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals-week-oh-what-fun.html' title='Finals week, oh what fun...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2903681904583515256</id><published>2007-11-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:34:57.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to trick us?</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baffled&lt;/span&gt; by professors who try to trick us on tests.  By doing this I don't think that they quite understand that by doing this they aren't testing how well we know the information, but they are indeed testing us on how well we test.  Now does this really make sense?  I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2903681904583515256?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2903681904583515256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2903681904583515256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2903681904583515256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2903681904583515256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/11/trying-to-trick-us.html' title='Trying to trick us?'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-9126583217589350157</id><published>2007-09-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:00:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Too Time Consuming...</title><content type='html'>So each day, I wake up early get ready to leave and am out the door by 7:45. I don't get back till after 6 or 7 most days, and some days as late at 10. I have no time for anything. How am I supposed to enjoy life when I'm stuck in the library for hours everyday, more than half of them working, and the other half trying to stay on top the mounds of homework that every professor gives me because each of them think that their class is the most important. Well I've got news for all of them, I will probably not use much, if anything, of what you teach me. At least this semester. What do they really know anyway. I get a grad student for a teacher. He doesn't know the subject fully because his emphasis is in just a small portion of the subject. So what does he do, he takes quotes and definitions out of the book, puts them on PowerPoint, and then expects us to sit there for two and a half hours while he requotes everything I just read. I'm paying good money to get a good education, why is this guy teaching? Why doesn't the university hire on some people who know how to teach, not just give your grad students free tuition if they will teach a class. Come on now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-9126583217589350157?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/9126583217589350157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=9126583217589350157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9126583217589350157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/9126583217589350157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-too-time-consuming.html' title='Life is Too Time Consuming...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-634336186395128120</id><published>2007-06-20T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:23:18.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for marriage</title><content type='html'>So it has come to my attention that this is the time to get married.  There has been an explosion of recently announced engagements and marriages.  I'm just not sure how I feel about it.  I am honestly not that excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-634336186395128120?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/634336186395128120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=634336186395128120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/634336186395128120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/634336186395128120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-for-marriage.html' title='A time for marriage'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2316200197129649117</id><published>2007-06-13T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:55:25.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Run Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've done some thinking and I think it is time for me to run away.  I think it will give me a good chance to become the person that I want to become.  But I'm also a little apprehensive, if I leave here that could lead to me being the opposite of what I really want to be.  But I am almost 21, and I think I could use some time away from here.  I think maybe after I graduate I will leave for a few months, maybe august to may, and then come back to get my BSN from somewhere where they offer an accelerated program.  Oh man, I think it is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2316200197129649117?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2316200197129649117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2316200197129649117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2316200197129649117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2316200197129649117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-to-run-away.html' title='Time to Run Away'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1565334665233160486</id><published>2007-06-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:02:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little advice</title><content type='html'>So I have learned in the past few weeks, that when you are looking for somewhere to live, make sure that the people you are moving in with are not only nice people, but that they have some similarities as you.  The people I live with now are all amazing girls, but we are so different it makes it really hard to be happy living here.  I am much more outgoing, and have a lot more energy than them, and coming home here after a hard day of work, just isn't inviting, and that just isn't the way it is supposed to be.  I need to number one find a way to get out of here, and number two do it so that it doesn't hurt any one's feelings.  I just don't think that is going to be possible.  But honestly, I can't live like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1565334665233160486?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1565334665233160486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1565334665233160486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1565334665233160486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1565334665233160486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-advice.html' title='A little advice'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-678561345374831266</id><published>2007-05-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:08:06.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking for One is No Fun</title><content type='html'>I love to cook, and let's be honest cooking for one person isn't fun.  In fact it is very much the opposite.  I really would love to be able to cook for other people.  In fact I really wouldn't mind cooking for me and someone else.  Perhaps one day.  Or maybe I will just adopt children, or open up my own catering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;.  That would let me cook for others, I guess that is my only option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-678561345374831266?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/678561345374831266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=678561345374831266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/678561345374831266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/678561345374831266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/05/cooking-for-one-is-no-fun.html' title='Cooking for One is No Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2574615228198274644</id><published>2007-05-24T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:52:55.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So I have now been at work for 12 hours today, and I still have 2 more to go.  I'm tired and really wishing that I could go home, but working so many today means only 4 hours tomorrow.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2574615228198274644?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2574615228198274644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2574615228198274644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2574615228198274644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2574615228198274644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/05/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5649613976310927347</id><published>2007-05-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:57:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television</title><content type='html'>So I have moved to an apartment without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, and I have realized what a blessing it is to be able to have one.  Not only can it be a very relaxing things, where you don't have to think, but it can also be entertaining and informative.  Also as I work on really dull and monotonous work projects I could be watching movies, or the news.  I really need to bring my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; over.  That is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5649613976310927347?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5649613976310927347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5649613976310927347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5649613976310927347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5649613976310927347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/05/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-7686207185615605528</id><published>2007-05-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:30:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>So I always enjoy the summer time. No school, good weather-these are all good things. But when all I do is work, life gets boring. So I add more things on my plate, and then I get stressed, at the time when I'm supposed to be relaxing. No good. And then there is always the fact of change. Which we all know I hate. I finally got a roommate, she is really cool, but very very different then anyone I have ever lived with before. She got back from her mission two weeks ago, and is still in missionary mode, but I kind of like it. It helps me to remember what I am supposed to be doing. And I spend most of my time next door anyway, so I'm not there a lot, especially when her finace comes over. But they are both cool people, so that should be ok. But sometimes I really just feel alone. Most of my closest friends are not here, and the friends who are here have no idea what is going on in my life. So that makes it kind of hard. But sometimes I think that people like to have someone who knows them really well around to just be there for them. And I always have my friends from home, and they are amazing, but they are also very busy. So that again can be scary. And my only one issue is that I don't have a TV, and I like to just sit and relax when I've had a long day, or I want to watch the news, or I like to watch American Idol. And I can't watch them over here(being next door) so hopefully my roommates don't care if I bring my TV, because sometimes I just really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-7686207185615605528?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7686207185615605528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=7686207185615605528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7686207185615605528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/7686207185615605528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1072440173337296676</id><published>2007-04-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:01:17.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year!!!</title><content type='html'>I only have one year left here as an undergrad.  So much to do and so little time.  Man I should make a list.  YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1072440173337296676?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1072440173337296676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1072440173337296676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1072440173337296676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1072440173337296676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-more-year.html' title='One more year!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-1824660503648365772</id><published>2007-04-25T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:57:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I think that saying goodbye to people you really care about and won't see for a very long time is very hard.  And sometimes annoying.  I had to say goodbye to one of my freshman roommates, who has been one of my best friends for the last 3 years.  Well this year she is getting married, and so you know what that means.  I will be at least 10 months before she will hang out again.  She is going home for the summer, and then getting married in August.  And of course I will be going to the wedding, but things are never going to be the same between us, and I'm really going to miss that.   And then I didn't even get a proper goodbye, which makes me sad.  And then I got up super early this morning to say goodbye to one of my roommates, who isn't coming back till after her mission.  Basically I hate change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-1824660503648365772?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1824660503648365772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=1824660503648365772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1824660503648365772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/1824660503648365772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/04/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-2111832057817686174</id><published>2007-04-23T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:25:46.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>So I have one final left, and it might be the death of me. I hate chemisty, I never want to take it again, and yet I really have no choice. When am I ever going to use this stuff? Never. That is right, and it can get frustrating for me to study for hours and hours and feel like I'm really ready, and then when it is over. I just want to cry. I hate finals. And I'm so glad that I only have one more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-2111832057817686174?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/2111832057817686174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=2111832057817686174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2111832057817686174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/2111832057817686174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/04/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212864246832592940.post-5334769420435903963</id><published>2007-04-23T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:15:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>This is for my own personal benefit.  We will see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212864246832592940-5334769420435903963?l=amymcvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5334769420435903963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212864246832592940&amp;postID=5334769420435903963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5334769420435903963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212864246832592940/posts/default/5334769420435903963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amymcvey.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
